Free The Starkest Truth (A Breaking Insanity Novel Book 2) by Courtney Lane Page B

panties; both were sheer. I could see the dark tuft of her pubic hair and the lips of her cunt through her underwear. Her hard nipples poked through her shirt. The perfect curve of her natural tits were easy to see. Her perfect skin. Her hourglass shape. The pouty pink lips that melted like sugar between my teeth and felt insane when they surrounded my cock. I’m very choosy about women, but I’d never seen a more flawless woman in my life. To me, the pain etched into her arms and thighs made her my ideal counterpart.  
    I was almost ready to do one more hour—or three—of cardio with her. I couldn’t stop looking fixedly at her tits. Her dark brown nipples were easy to see and were pretty much begging to be stared at, or bit into. I dipped my teeth into my bottom lip, wondering why I couldn’t get the fuck up from the floor and take her down on the bathroom floor like I wanted to.
    She suddenly grimaced and held her stomach.
    A speck of dirt I missed in the corner caught my attention. The mess surrounding me was messing with my head, and my libido. “Get back in bed, Nik.”
    “I knew I’d catch you one of these days,” she said with a yawn. “You weren’t as quiet this time.”
    I tossed the sponge in the tub and rubbed my forehead with the back of my hand. “No louder than usual.”
    “Eric?” She scanned the bathroom before settling her eyes back on me, and looked at me like I’d lost my mind. Yeah, that was only a touch fucking annoying. “Why are you cleaning a pristine bathroom? Didn’t you clean it last night?”
    “News of the day…you have to clean everyday, Nik, instead of once every leap year.”
    She slanted her body against the doorframe and folded her arms, covering the part of her that had every bit of my attention. “I’ve been thinking…I want to move back into my mother’s house.”
    “I’ll think about it,” I shot her down.
    “That’s been your stock response since you stuck me here. The Wi-Fi leaves much to be desired. I can’t work this way. Stop thinking about it and give me an answer.”
    “I’d love to give you an answer, Nik. Here it is: I’m still thinking about it.”
    “Eric, can you make a decision about it soon?” Suddenly, her face turned sour and she gagged.
    Lifting up to my feet, I acted quickly and flipped up the toilet lid. She raced over and slipped down to her knees to vomit inside the bowl.  
    It was absolutely fucking perfect and picked up my mood right away. Nikki wasn’t sick in the conventional sense, no…she was something else. With a smile I tried to hide, I grabbed a glass from the bathroom counter and filled it with water from the tap.  
    She might get her wish to move back into her mother’s house after all. We were going to need the extra space.
    “Here.” I handed her the glass from over her shoulder.
    She sat back on her heels, flushed the toilet, and grabbed the glass. After she swallowed it down, I helped her to stand.
    “First day of your last period?”
    Her brown doll-eyes widened as she peered up at me with a look that said what I knew was very possible, was impossible. Or maybe it was her issues with doctors. For some reason, she hated it when I showed the clinical side of me. It didn’t make a shit of sense. I hadn’t the slightest idea what she had against doctors. Who was I kidding? I might’ve had something to do with that. The last two doctors charged with her care were acquaintances of mine who broke an oath to make sure I got my way.  
    People who owed me favors were invaluable resources. My manipulation probably didn’t help to restore her faith in all the doctors she encountered before. Good. None of them deserved her respect, especially if they told her they could fix what didn’t need to be fixed, and of course, were unsuccessful.
    “I’m on birth control, Eric,” she finally admitted, turning up the dramatics.
    “What?” I feigned shock, because I knew the exact moment she got back on the pill. “Why